HxH Different World(various x oc)

Final Phase pt.2

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"Then, we shall begin the exam's Final Phase." I shake my head. But first I have a fight to win. For Gon.

Akira p.o.v
Okay, stay calm, stay calm. I won't die, I'm not gonna die- "Hey, Akira. I've been meaning to ask this for a while, but where did you get those clothes?" I cringe at the crack I hear from Feather Eyebrow's wrist and turn to Leorio.
"I got them from Menchi! What do you think? I like them, but we didn't have the same cup, so I had to wear my sports bra again."
I twirl around, a grin on my lips, expecting a response like 'idiot, I was just asking, now concentrate on the match' or 'Leorio you're distracting Akira' from Kura, but instead silence follows.
A bit confused I turn back to Leorio, and the rest, opening my mouth to ask if there's something but pause. Are they feeling well? With the exception of Gon, everyone has a red hue on their face. "Hey, are you al-"
"The first match is Hanzo vs. Akira. Please step forward." Shrugging it off, I quickly turn around again and take a deep breath to calm the nerves that are fluttering in stomach. Opening my eyes, I clench my hands before making my way over.
He looks so calm! I scream inside my head as I eye him carefully, and stop, turning slightly to face him. Inwardly I'm screaming as a fan as he looks so handsome, but also the anxiety plays a part as we look each other into the eyes. Crap, crap, crap, crap.

Third p.o.v
"I will serve as the referee. My name is Masta." He looks at both of them, questioning slightly at the huge difference between the man and the girl. "Best of luck." Masta is a short and thick man. He has a round nose and short spikes black hair, and stubbles are adorning his upper lip. He is wearing a black suit with glasses.
"Hey, good to see you again."
"H-Huh?" Masta turns back to Hanzo, clearly not expecting that turn of events, looking for an explanation. "You were tailing me during the Fourth Phase." Masta almost sounds amazed as he asks, "You noticed?"
"Naturally...I'm assuming that each applicant was assigned an examiner for the Fourth Phase. Well, I'm sure everyone else noticed." That's a shitty remark, and, oh yeah...I forget. Akira sweat drops slightly.
I obviously noticed. Killua almost gives him a deadpanned stare at the suggestion he didn't, while Gon also sweat drops. I had no idea. "I thought it wasn't worth mentioning." Responds Kurapika offhanded. "Y-Yeah..." Leorio chuckles awkwardly at that. How was I supposed to notice that?!
"You have my thanks. My rank was higher because your reports on me were accurate. Though the outcome was never in doubt!" Akira's snort is skillfully covered by a cough at his blunt claim he is better than everyone.
"Y-Yes..."
"M-Moving on," Hanzo points at Masta, "I have a question for you." You can almost see Masta questioning his life choices. "What is it?"
"We only win if our opponent surrenders, correct? It doesn't count if we knock them unconscious. No TKOs allowed, either." Masta nods. "Yes, that is correct." Hanzo's eyes linger on Masta for a second longer before shifting them towards the girl, and eyes her for a moment. I see. He noticed the determined expression in her eyes.
This one could be difficult....
Masta begins to walk backwards in order to start the match, till Akira opens her mouth. "I also have a question!" She chimes in with a shit-eating grin. "But, it is for you, Feather Eyebrows." Hanzo raises his eyebrow at the nickname while Leorio screams, "What have I told you about people calling names, you idiot?!"
"Yeah, yeah, don't call people names, noted. And it is a serious question." She shrugs him off, and focuses back on Hanzo, holding up a finger and a very serious face.
"Did you..." Unconsciously, Leorio, Gon and even Kurapika lean forward. "..shave your head or are you really bald like Saitama?"
Leorio falls over, looking like he just lost the will to live while Gon and Killua dissolve in laughter and both turn away in attempt to hide their amusement and Kurapika shakes his head, but the smile playing on his lips speak volumes.
"Wh-What?" Sputters Hanzo, and the only question that comes to his mind is, "Who's Saitama?"
"He's a man who trained so hard, he lost his hair! So did you also lose your hair of the ninja training?" Hanzo's eyes narrow at her answer. "How do you know I am a ninja?" She just grins and folds her arms behind her back.
"I overheard you talking to fat-Tonpa when I was searching for Hiso-kun, because I wanted to know how he let the man's arms disappear, and when he offered you a drink but you didn't accept it because ninjas don't accept presents. Oh! And you were searching for a scroll and needed the Hunter Exam to complete your quest!"
They blink at the whole sentence, trying to figure out what this crazy girl is saying while Hanzo starts to watch her more carefully. She doesn't look like it, but she's very observant. "So? Are you bald from the training or did you shave your head?" She tilts her head a little to the left, watching him with her curious, blue eyes.
"Bald." He answers curtly, shifting into a fighting stance, not planning on underestimating her. The referee coughs softly, indicating they already wasted enough time.
"Well, then, it's time to begin." She quickly follows his example, although it is a bit awkward and it shows she doesn't have that much experience with fighting. How the hell did she survive so long?
Get him, Akira! Leorio grits his teeth, trying to ignore the nagging voice in his head.
How well can she do against Hanzo? Kurapika observes Hanzo silently and serious, gauging his stance. But Akira already said he was a ninja, then he must be far better than she is.

Akira p.o.v
There's no doubt that he's faster and stronger than me, giving the fact he has trained for his whole life while I was gaming, watching anime and going to high school with my best friend. I try to swallow with my dry throat.
So, I can try to put some distance between us, but that didn't work with Gon, or face him head-on, which I'm sure is a stupid idea, but I don't have any other ideas and that's shitty, because I don't want to break my ducking arm. I could try and dodge his punches, but I'm not sure how great that's gonna work.
The referee starts to raise his arms, and I swallow again, watching him cautiously as a bead of sweat starts to gather on my forehead. Well, it's the ride or die situation, isn't it?